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The villagers almost beat me to death, but fortunately they didn’t know how to go about it… They punctured me with stakes, chopped my head off, poured holy water all over me and buried me. Can you imagine how I felt when I woke up?”
“Professional curiosity? Around fifty years. After I’d regenerated I decided to pull myself together. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. And I haven’t drunk since.”
“After the Conjunction of the Spheres there remained approximately one thousand two hundred higher vampires in your world. The number of teetotallers—because there is a considerable number of them—balances the number who drink excessively, as I did in my day.
Adapting to sunlight was an unpleasant necessity for us. In order to survive, we had to become like humans in that respect.
“There are reasons to believe that sunlight is lethal in the long run. There’s a theory that in about five thousand years, at a conservative estimate, this world will only be inhabited by lunar creatures, which are active at night.
“They want to help,” the Witcher said softly. “That’s something new for me. Which is why I’ve decided not to enquire into their motives.”
“You can be certain I will,” Geralt said, taking the sword and slinging it across his back. “You can be certain I’ll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.”
Geralt swung the sihil and bisected a moth that was flying past.
Only after I’d insisted on adopting the name Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. Vesemir thought it was ridiculous; pretentious and idiotic. I dare say he was right.”
“In Nilfgaard,” Cahir said, blushing and lowering his head, “the woman decides. No one has the right to influence her decision.
But I can only fly during a full moon, not at any other time.”
“Aren’t you dead?” they asked in chorus. “Did you think,” the vampire said, showing them the black-fletched shaft, “I could be harmed by any old bit of wood?” There was no time to be surprised.
Geralt put his fingers together and struck the burning pile with the Aard Sign. He did not expect any great effect, since he had been forced to make do without his witcher elixirs for several weeks. But he succeeded nonetheless. The pile of branches exploded and fell apart, showering sparks around.
